This is a song about "Knock up bitches"

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Like this is how i'll cut your face up bitches

Bitches lining up lines snortin like its a banquet, so high bitches leaving me babies in baskets,

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before

I'll come up on yo porch, knock on your door

My rap dichotomy sums up your binges, lucked up you bitches,

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

Pick em' up and knock em' down

He won't sit down, given the crown

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

Til next time bitches peace. (throws up deuces) (and exits room)

Im twisting bitches up like they handlebars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

So good bitches come up on a every day basis

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love